"Mmmmm, that gives me goose bumps," she said, but didn't pull away.I proceeded to kiss back down her neck and then across the back of her neck and aro...nd to the other side. In the mean time my arms tightened around her waist, just under her breasts. I could feel her breasts on my forearms now. I slowly lifted my arms until the weight of her breasts were fully on my arms. My cock had grown hard and was now pressed between the cheeks of her ass. I knew she could feel it. I thought I felt her push. Large, juicy breasts, and an ass that begs to be slapped. She catches you ogling her but says nothing. She has stared at your body several times in the past, as well, after all.Sarah wraps her arms around your neck in a friendly hug. You return the hug, taking the opportunity to feel her breasts crush against your chest. She takes your bags and shows you to your old room, which was untouched during your absence."Mom was surprised that you wanted to go on the summer vacation," Sarah says when. I guess I should go back to the beginning and explain. It's a very long story.Chapter 1My given name was Lawrence Heller, born to Montgomery and Rebecca Heller in the year 1865, just about two months after the end of what has since become known as the Civil War. My father had returned home from the Army of the Potomac perhaps three weeks before my birth. I was the youngest son of eight children, only five of whom survived to adulthood thanks to now preventable, and indeed mostly eradicated. As I look back at you, I smile shyly. Why am I shy? I wish I could say. As I gaze at you, I feel lost. It’s like you aren’t the man I’ve known all these years, and I’m confused. I know you are that same man, and that just confuses me more. Why didn’t I see this man, the one who seems to have appeared out of nowhere, all these years? This sexy, caring man has been here all this time and I didn’t see him?! Talk about blind! After our meal, you pay the bill and we leave. As we get into your car,.